Aunt Karen was three years older than mom and had been married more times than anyone could count. She and mom may have been sisters but they were as different as night and day. Mom was tall, almost six feet in height, while Aunt Karen was barely five foot five. She was a flaming redhead (no one really knew if it was natural) to mom’s blonde locks and her green eyes contrasted sharply with mom’s deep blue. In keeping with the other women in my family she wore suggestive clothes that were either too tight or too loose, depending on the body part. She also had a “loose” reputation in the family which might have given me some comfort but I was unsure how she might react, given the scene with Aimee earlier. She came into the bedroom, closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I see you have grown up a bit since I last saw you” was her first remark. Her glance at my still recovering cock told me what part of my “growing up” she was referring to.
“And”, she said, “I see that you and Aimee have become more than just brother and sister. Since you’re going to be staying at my house for the next week perhaps you should tell me how far things have gone between you two. Plus your relationship with my sister.”
I spent the next five minutes describing the intimacy between Aimee and me, then mom and me, taking pains to make clear that I had yet to have intercourse with either one. Would the “eating ain’t cheating” line make any difference? That would be up to Aunt Karen.
Aunt Karen took everything in and then paused, saying, “Well, big boy, you have a mess on your hands. An angry woman is a lot to handle and if this gets back to your mother you’ll have two of them angry at you.”
Great. Just great.
“But,” she said, “I’ll smooth things over with Aimee and make sure it doesn’t get back to your mom. In the meantime, try and be a little discreet. And Clint, cover yourself.” My cock had regained its former hardness.
I spent the rest of the afternoon alone and only saw mom, Aimee and Aunt Karen at dinner. The tone was surprisingly pleasant and Aimee joked and teased with me. I guess Aunt Karen really did defuse the situation. Mom flirted with me continuously. She made eye contact with me every time she thought the other two were not looking, giving me a mischievous wink. After dinner mom and I did the dishes while Aimee and Aunt Karen watched TV. Mom had two buttons on her blouse undone and I could clearly see her breasts, sans bra. How was I going to remain discreet when such a beautiful woman was all over me?
I went to bed early that night, feigning a headache and was asleep by ten. During the night a violent thunderstorm roared through, knocking out the power. My room was totally dark. I could feel but not see someone come into my room, the constant rain and thunder hiding any other noises. Then I felt a pair of soft hands on my cock, followed by an even softer pair of lips. “Whaaa? Who?” I stammered, still half asleep.
“Sssssh” was the only reply.
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